Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Slave,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.